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So I just got a boost of ambition. I'd been sleeping in the spare room where I live because the bed is higher off the floor than mine was and due to injuries, it was just easier to move in there for a while. That was back in June.
Now, for whatever reason, I decided to tackle the task of moving back into my room. It took 50 minutes, but I got it done. I moved my entertainment center across the room, moved the bed into here because my old bed is being used by my parents because their bed was really old, and my TV is now back in my room. I feel oddly complete having everything back to where it was.
I feel like a completely different person. A happier person. It's a great feeling.
On Sunday I got my hair cut real short. It's in a faux hawk now. The longest part is about an inch long. That helps in making feel like a new person. A better person.
I had a nervous breakdown on Monday night. I finally felt the pressure of graduating. Everyone wants me to quit Taco Bell and get a 'better' job (by their standards), they want me to apply to school right away, and they want me to throw myself into social situations that I just don't want to be in. Nobody has stopped to ask me what I want or how I feel about anything except my immediate family. Taco Bell is fun again because Jon is in a better mood, I have no idea what I want to do for school and until I do; I'm not going to apply to it, and I'll be just as afraid of people as I am now no matter what I do.
Everything sucks and is better at the same time.
Now, for whatever reason, I decided to tackle the task of moving back into my room. It took 50 minutes, but I got it done. I moved my entertainment center across the room, moved the bed into here because my old bed is being used by my parents because their bed was really old, and my TV is now back in my room. I feel oddly complete having everything back to where it was.
I feel like a completely different person. A happier person. It's a great feeling.
On Sunday I got my hair cut real short. It's in a faux hawk now. The longest part is about an inch long. That helps in making feel like a new person. A better person.
I had a nervous breakdown on Monday night. I finally felt the pressure of graduating. Everyone wants me to quit Taco Bell and get a 'better' job (by their standards), they want me to apply to school right away, and they want me to throw myself into social situations that I just don't want to be in. Nobody has stopped to ask me what I want or how I feel about anything except my immediate family. Taco Bell is fun again because Jon is in a better mood, I have no idea what I want to do for school and until I do; I'm not going to apply to it, and I'll be just as afraid of people as I am now no matter what I do.
Everything sucks and is better at the same time.